Evangelism (01 Nov 2015)
Who is more wicked than the man who hides
A testimony from God?
In famine, he keeps his bounty inside
And never scatters abroad.
The beggars surrounding his mansion
Probe on weary hands and knees.
They aren’t looking for perfection
Just a simply Holy Breeze.
If that Breeze blows ’bout your estate
Share it with the man who’s poor.
Prepare a meal to give him a taste;
Welcome the knocks at your door.
The Kingdom of God is a banquet, not
A storehouse of mothballs and rot.
SOS (02 Nov 2016)
I am in the library again, alone.
It’s a loud, busy place—nothing like home.
Preoccupied with paper and pen,
This solitude I drink is a poison.
I can’t spend time with family of friends
Until the semester comes to an end.
The distant stars now replace the sun;
The crisp, cold night has tragically won.
Boiling water and chaotic waves
Threaten to quicken me to a young grave.
Once my raft finally kisses the shore
Alas, there is labor forevermore.
In four years, I will finally be free.
SOS, from the university.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear the password.”
10 Nov 2016
For my democratic friends, minorities, or anyone who feel isolated after this election.